Momoko had seen a figure approaching and had taken a chance, merely watching it warily rather than leaping back into the crevasse. "Draco?" she said when he spoke, recognizing him mostly by the voice, with the sun in her eyes. "Oh, yes, I'm fine," she said, uncertain of the etiquette at this point. "Well, considering, of course. I'm just looking around."

With Charlotte she would have been unafraid and offered alliance, as they were both similarly pathetic, and with the larger or stronger men (and turtles) she could often depend on their morals to protect. She didn't know much about Draco's strengths or morals, and she didn't relish either the thought of killing someone she was relatively fond of. Or running from someone she was fond of, for that matter.